"This is exciting isn't it Brianna?" she said softly and seductively in her sexy husky voice. "Put these on, they'll make you feel like a sexy girl."I...did as I was asked and rolled them over my hands, slipping the material over my toes then slowly rolling the sheer stockings up my legs. Fiona pulled at the suspenders, quickly fastening the garter belts onto the tops of the stockings; fastening the basque securely as it tightened around my body."I'm so fucking horny Miss Fiona, please let me. Bhabhi puri tareh madhosh ho chuki thi maine unhe apni bahon main bher liya or unke hotho ko chusne laga.Phir maine unki saree nikalne laga ab wo mere samne bus blouse or paticoat main hi thi maine unka blouse or paticoat bhi khol diya ab wo mere samne sirf black bra panty main hi thi or kya sex boomb lag rahi thi uske bade bade boobs uski chut jaishe to mujhe bula rahe ho bhabhi or main kafi der tak forplay kerte rahe ishi doran bhabhi ne meri chaddi nikal di or mera lund jo puri tareh se lohe. He was a nice guy; always helpful, thoughtful, happy. He said a lot of what he thought and not too much all at the same time. Even to those women practiced in the art of not melting by sweet man-words he was atrociously charming and unassuming.He was a black man, but not a thug, and highly educated as well. He really seemed quite simple until he opened up to you, then he let you catch a glimpse of his depth and it was very surprising. He coached and taught at a medium-sized high school and had. I could see that to make place between her legs she crossed her leg leaving some space between her legs , in this process she rested her crossed leg on this man’s thighs, he was red , not with anger but with lust. At that moment he didn’t do anything. In the mean time I was caressing her thighs and on her belly her hands were caressing my neck and shoulder. I moved my hand closer to the joint between her legs , suddenly the bus stopped and the conductor bellowed , bus will stop for 30 minutes.